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Rain lashed against my office window as I stared at the brokerage statement - another $47 vanished into the ether of transaction fees. My knuckles whitened around the coffee mug. That commission had just erased an entire hour's market gains, a familiar gut-punch I'd grown to expect every Friday afternoon. Outside, thunder rumbled in sync with my frustration. Why did accessing the markets feel like paying highway robbery tolls just to drive on crumbling roads?

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That sweltering August afternoon in Mrs. Henderson’s attic nearly broke me. Sweat blurred my vision as I balanced on exposed rafters, my clipboard slipping through grease-stained fingers. Paper certificates fluttered toward the insulation below like doomed moths—each sheet representing hours of rework if damaged. I’d already failed two inspections that month due to transposed digits on manual forms. The shame burned hotter than the 100°F crawlspace air.

Rain lashed against the bus window as I strained to catch the final twist in my mystery podcast. Fingers jammed the volume button until the phone vibrated protest, yet the detective's crucial whisper dissolved into tire-hiss and coughing fits. That familiar rage simmered - 15 years reviewing audio tech, and here I was defeated by public transit acoustics. My knuckles whitened around the seat handle when sudden inspiration struck: what about that reddit thread complaining of identical audio woes?